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˚⋆𐙚 y/n pov
"what are you doing?" tom asked, leaning slightly over the table where I sat. we were in the library, surrounded by rows of dusty books and the faint whispers of other students studying for their classes.
"uhm, i'm working on potions." I replied, glancing up at him. he nodded, scooting his chair closer to mine without a word, his attention returning to his notes.
i tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting to tom. i've had a crush on him since last year. i was going to tell him, but then i found out he was playing around with a lot of girls, and the idea terrified me. i didn't want to become one of his victims. but recently, i hadn't heard anything about him being with anyone else. he was always with me now, and that gave me hope.
i stole a glance at him, admiring the way the soft library light caught his features. my heart raced, but i forced myself to speak up. "tom."
"hm?" he replied without looking up.
"can i tell you something?" i asked.
"this better be important." he said, closing his book and turning to look at me. his dark eyes locked onto mine, making my breath hitch.
"it's been a while, and you know we hang out a lot, do all that." i hesitated, feeling the weight of the moment. "over the past few months, i've developed feelings for you, and i like you—"
before i could finish, he turned away abruptly, leaving me confused and stunned. "hello?" i asked, my voice wavering.
"not important." he muttered, his tone cold.
"what?" i asked, my chest tightening.
"it's not important." he repeated, his words cutting deeper than i expected.
"what do you mean? i'm confessing my feelings to you!" i said, frustration and hurt mixing in my voice.
"your feelings don't matter to me." he said flatly.
that was it. i couldn't take it anymore. i refused to cry in front of him, so i gathered my things as quickly as i could and left. my vision blurred with unshed tears, but i kept my head high until i was out of the library. once i was with my friends, i broke down, crying for hours about how much it hurt.
— tom's pov
after she left, something inside me shifted, but i pushed the feeling away. i told myself i didn't care. i never cared. yet, no matter how hard i tried to focus on my work, i couldn't. my hands fidgeted restlessly, messing with my hair and doodling aimlessly on my notes. her face kept flashing in my mind, her hurt expression haunting me. frustrated, i packed up my things and left, but she stayed in my thoughts.
for the next two weeks, y/n and i hadn't spoken since that day. i tried to approach her once, but she completely ignored me. it stung more than i wanted to admit. my grades started slipping, and even my friends noticed i wasn't myself. i felt colder, angrier, and emptier.
"tom?" mattheo, my younger brother, called out one evening.
"hm?" i replied, not bothering to look at him.
"what's going on with you? mom got a letter saying you're flunking your classes. you barely talk to us anymore." mattheo said, his voice full of concern.
i shrugged, not offering an explanation.
"is it about y/n?" theo asked, leaning forward.
"she's nothing to me." i said, trying to sound indifferent.
"nothing?" draco chimed in, a sly smirk on his face. "so you wouldn't care if i talked shit about her?"
my head snapped toward him, but i stayed silent.
"i've never liked her. she's obnoxious, and i wonder why nobody else does either." draco sneered. "she's a bitch, and honestly, a low life. no wonder she clings to you like a desperate—"
before he could finish, i snapped. rage overtook me as i lunged at him, fists flying.
regulus pulled us apart, and draco sat back on the couch, laughing as he wiped blood from his nose.
"you admit it. you like her." he said smugly.
"you were just provoking him?" enzo asked, raising an eyebrow.
"obviously. y/n's like a sister to me. i only said that to piss him off." draco replied, grinning.
"why don't you just tell her how you feel? stop being a coward, tom." mattheo said, his tone softer.
i sighed, looking at them before bolting out the door to find y/n.
— y/n's pov
i was sitting at my desk in my dorm, working on homework with blair, when the door swung open. tom stood there, out of breath and looking disheveled.
"good god, ever heard of knocking, ass face?" blair said, rolling her eyes.
"i need to talk to y/n." he said firmly.
blair glanced at me, surprised, before quickly leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
"tom?" i asked, standing up from my chair.
he walked up to me and, to my shock, dropped to his knees, resting his head on my lap.
"i'm sorry." he said, his voice muffled but full of emotion.
"what? why?" i asked, stunned.
"for being a horrible person. i do care about you. your feelings mean everything to me. you mean everything to me." he said, holding onto my hands.
i hesitated, one hand going to his hair as i gently ran my fingers through it. "i mean everything to you?" i asked softly, still confused.
"yes. a lot. i like you so much, y/n. you don't understand. you've been on my mind for weeks. i'd do anything for you." he said, his voice raw.
"tom..." i whispered, unsure what to say.
he stood up, pulling me into a tight hug. i melted into his embrace, wrapping my arms around him.
"i like you." he murmured into my hair.
"i like you too." i said, smiling against his chest.
he pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. "please be my girlfriend."
"hmm..." i pretended to think, making him tilt his head in confusion. "just kidding. yes." i laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
his lips curled into a rare smile, and for the first time in weeks, everything felt right again.
GUYS IM SORRY PLEASE I KNOW IVE BEEN DEAD sm happened but im back kinda 😜
